Humpty loved his bright white shell, prided himself what he kept inside. Sunny lemon yellow, he knew well. He had friends who'd cracked. Long nights led to a longer list of eggs who fell down the well of insobriety to the point Humpty was the only one left. Rotting with lonliness, he wandered the kingdom for someone to talk to, but neither the king's horses, nor the king's men cared for a yokel so shelled-off.
"Give whiskey a shot," said Ed, the only horse who understood him. "No one understands me 'til they've had a few."
So he did. Humpty drank and drank and drank 'til he scrambled his head. Then, fumbling up the wall between Happily and Ever After, he missed the last rung on the ladder. Morning turned to night into morning and never went back, as Humpty died happy, yolk unbroken, sunny side up with a smile.
"Give whiskey a shot," said Ed, the only horse who understood him. "No one understands me 'til they've had a few."
So he did. Humpty drank and drank and drank 'til he scrambled his head. Then, fumbling up the wall between Happily and Ever After, he missed the last rung on the ladder. Morning turned to night into morning and never went back, as Humpty died happy, yolk unbroken, sunny side up with a smile.
